On the Eve
On the eve of my birthday, I've been informed that if this MBA adventure doesn't work out for our family, I could always get a job as a professional packer. I'd like to think this is a compliment, but I'm not sure. One thing is for sure, though, we've astounded people all along our travels. From the very first forklift driver who loaded our container on the back of his flatbed all the while trying to keep his forklift from toppling, to the moving company who helped us unload that same container today, we've gotten a nod or two of respect for how well we've packed. Our Relocube safely stowed, no forklifts were seriously injured in the process. And it isn't just with the Relocube. There is that small detail of our 87 pound suitcase that we (and by that I mean SOS) lugged in and out of cars, up and down stairs, on and off trains all before realizing that it weighed in as it did. That's one advantage of traveling without checking luggage. Only o